Playing guitar, getting everyone together, having some cool conversations about stupid shit. This tends to happen while shooting pool, having cookouts and getting drunk. Firefighting, and its history. Forking over my hard earned cash to get tattooed down at Saints and Sinners.
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There's so much that I have, so much that I'm still waiting to find. The old blues masters, Muddy Waters, Howlin Wolf, John Lee Hooker, Robert Johnson, and Son House. Then the bands they inspried-Zeppelin, The Stones, The Beatles, Traffic, Cream, Blind Faith, Creedence, The James Gang. When that played out there came The Sex Pistols and The Clash, which led to Social Distortion, and The Cadillac Tramps, so forth and so on. Somewhere along the line I got into Elliott Smith and other mainly acoustic troubadours. Buckcherry, Velvet Revolover and other "cockrockers" have their place in my collection. The list will always go on. I'm a rock n' roll junkie, of all kinds. Then again, music of antiquity also has a place on my shelf. I'm disgruntled with the current state of radio. My profile song changes often, so check back to get an idea of what I'm listening to.
Works by Tarantino, the Coen Brothers, Jarmusch, and Romero are always good. Also an avid fan of Barry Levinson. And porn, of course. Oh, and A Charlie Brown Christmas. Lucy was one hell of a bitch. She needed a snowball to the face to striaghten her little self-righteous ass out.
Rescue Me, Cops. When I'm at work I never miss The Price Is Right. That's about it.
Maryland Medical Protocols, Brady's Principals of EMT-Intermediate care.
Those who go against the grain. Blue-collar folk who make a shit load of money doing blue collar work.